Presently at local monopolistic location and the cacophony is ridiculous. Motormouth Mexicans vibrating upon our molecules while steamsters whip up their candy concoctions for duped consumers. There's a saxophone going too loud and way to early. They've never heard of Elgar. Phrenetic to the utmost. They're dusting the lamps! Stirring things up?
The thing of it is they don't give a shit. And the girls are guys. Supremely ridiculous.
Have you ever wondered why there are no combat veterans on Supreme Court? Don't.
They're pussies. They gave us over to Satan and we're dealing with it until swamp...
Well, just had to take a break from processing. The strangers are most overbearing.
The signs are being switched out. Has the shopping center changed hands? Who cares?
Oh... the revenuers, I'm sure. Calling it Grand Canyon Crossing. Such transcendence!
Don't see the connection a'tall. How phoney. Unless the GCU old boys bought the parcel. Could be held by Chinese for all we know but one could look in public record.
Means not a thing. Just want to do my pictures. Relax.
Maybe run into some auld acquaintances. Highly unlikely.
I don't post with fork“è”èd“è” tongue. See for yourself. Kid you not.
Funny watching the girls over the years; Halston to magenta birds' nests.
Certainly no wish to compete with yobs nor yentas. All behind me. Oy.
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